Ponyville is a very happy town. It is where all types of ponies can get together.Besides natural aches and
pains, this town was usually happy.
Pinke felt a... thing. No wait, it was unfamiliar pony! This meant a new friend! She wondered what he or she
be like. Maybe they would be funny, or serious,or happy, or sad, or an earth pony, or a pegasus, or uni-
Pinkie's thoughts were interrupted, when she realised she was at the edge of Ponyville. It seems she was just
a bit distracted from her delivery route. "Whoopsy daisy!" She exclaimed.
In the park, a place to contemplate in the shallow quietnessquietness, was a unicorn. He was in his early
20's, but looked like he was in his 40's. His fur was green, but he had no mane or tail. It was almost as if they
had been burned off. His eyes were blood red, he wore a black vest over a white dress shirt, and he had no
cutie mark. His eyes were... empty. That was the only way to explain it. It was like he had lost all he had loved
in- "Surprise!' Yelled a pink mare. She immediately started to sing. The stallion was very surprised from this.
Many other ponies had thrown him out, slander his name, betray him...But this welcoming with open
was too much for the likes of him. He then woke up to see the mare gone, but a cupcake was left for him.
Maybe this was his Paradise.
After eating his cupcake, the stallion went to find a job. Now that I think I can settle down, He thought, may
as well get one. Not many places his me, so maybe I can work for room and board. He made his last stop at
a very frilly place. The decoration seemed to suggest the pony living here ate and breathed clothes making.
He opened the door and cantors in.